Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
Great offices will have great talents.
Lights of the world, and stars of human race.